Monday, July 11, 2016

INGWAVUMA

INGWAVUMA~The Lion King
photo from the Global White Lion Protection Trust website



The White Lions of Timbavati
are wandering through my dreams.
Enlightenment bearers,
beings as old as time's moonbeams,
born under an ancient star that fell to earth,
they carry a message:
Choose eternal darkness or rebirth.

The shaman says:
"At the end of the world, a white lion
will roar for the last time.
The sun will disappear forever from the sky.
If white lions vanish from the land,
we all will cease to be,"
too late, by then, to begin to wonder why.

Ingwavuma, Sun God, captive,
backed against the rock,
trapped, he turned and stared his hunters down.
He offered humankind a choice:
the Light, or stay forever in the dark,
our fate determined by the bullets' arc.

He walked towards them proudly, unafraid.
They chose, for they had paid.
They raised their guns.
He walked to meet his fate, his eyes old fire,
and, as he fell, his last roar dimmed the sun.

Ingwavuma died aligned with his heart star,
in the Leo constellation from which he came,
marking the proud death of a Lion King -
(they tell me Ingwavuma was his name.)
The human psyche will forever
bear the scar.

Their shots rang out.
Ingwavuma, spirit undefeated, fell.
The hunters chose our fate.
There is little more to tell.



This story is told in The Mystery of the White Lions, Children of the Sun God, by Linda Tucker, who is in love with the white lions. She formed the Global White Lion Protection Trust, and protects the lions she has been able to rescue in a wild sanctuary in their ancestral home of Timbavati, in an effort to keep them from being hunted to extinction. There they roam free, hunt and raise their cubs wild, but in protected territory. 

The only other known white lions are kept in captivity, some in a compound in the USA, the others in a compound in Africa for Great White Hunters to shoot, in an enclosure where there is no escape, for a fee of $35,000, and a piece of their souls.

The courageous Ingwavuma, whom Linda knew and loved, was not himself a white lion but was believed to carry the gene, so he would have sired white lion cubs. He was cornered in a "hunting" enclosure. When he saw there was no escape, he did not cower. He met his fate bravely and, thereby, those hunters perhaps cursed mankind to eternal darkness. Certainly their hearts were dark.

Shaman Credo Mutwa told Linda that, long ago, a star fell to earth, after which all animals in the area where it fell bore white offspring, the few remaining white lions descending from that time. The shaman says the white lions, who have blue eyes, guard a secret that can save humankind: to turn towards enlightenment, or remain forever in darkness. He says when the last white lion is gone, the sun will disappear. It is, perhaps, the most fascinating and stirring book I have ever read.



photo from the Global White Lion Protection Trust site


The exact time and date that Ingwavuma was murdered is the only time the setting sun was aligned with Regulus, the heart star in the Leo constellation, symbolizing the birth or death of a Lion King and, consequently, the birth or death of life on earth.

I posted the story of Linda Tucker and the white lions here, should you care to read more. I recommend the book highly.

This was first posted at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads in June of 2014, in response to a challenge by Fireblossom. I seem not to have posted it on my site, and will post it now, during another week of darkness and guns. 



5 comments:

  1. Yikes--I don't really understand big game hunting. Hunting, I guess, is a thrill--to be outside and tracking and if you eat the meat- (my husband lives on venison)--but where there's not really sport. I think it does bring in tourist dollars for some countries I guess, but this type of thing seems just awful. Thanks, Sherry. k.

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  2. Such beauty in these animals. I suppose if we kill beauty, the sun has no reason to exist. This is a frightening prophecy, but one that seems to be happening. Beautiful write Sherry.

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  3. This is an exquisite piece of poetry, Sherry. Just flawless.

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  4. Such grace and beauty, shot to adorn, a rich man's den wall. Marking, the true hubris of the human race.

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  5. I will never understand hunting for sport. I wonder if the murderers know that they are losing much of themselves in the taking... Their souls is rotted, indeed.

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